Garden Chair

by Janet   Jan 5, 2006


Here I sit
a garden chair,
Summer's whimsy
in the air.

Spiders, flies
and bumblebees
all leave me weak
in the knees.

Stepping stones
lead to the gate,
cracked and chipped
as is my fate.

Cocktails, dinner:
Celebration!
Winter, snow,
and my vacation.

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  • 18 years ago

    by StormShadow

    Another good poem, incorporating a rhyming pattern which gives it a nice flow. keep up the good work.

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